gondolindrim | (no subject)

I get that Turgon was angry and I understand why. The thing is, I'm not a liar. I told him I had a spy, and he didn't want to know about it.

I'll remind him, if he doesn't remember on his own. Still. Annoying.

Turgon: *staring morosely at his paperwork*
Ecthelion: *has gone back to work; part-time, of course; sitting at his desk happily*
Turgon: *rings*
Ecthelion: *still not used to the phone; almost drops it; then speaks cautiously into it* Hello?
Turgon: I gave you permission. Didn't I?

Ecthelion: Excuse me?
Turgon: *rubs his nose* I was sitting here dwelling and remembered a certain conversation we had some months back
Ecthelion: Yes? We've had many.
Turgon: I gave you permission not to give me details about your spy
Ecthelion: *mild tone* Well, you asked me if I had a spy. For Fëanor. And you said you trusted me and didn't want any more details.
Turgon: right. *silent* ...I don't suppose I could take you out to supper to apologize?
Ecthelion: You could. *smiles to himself* If you'd like.
Turgon: I'd like to very much
Ecthelion: Well. Fine then.
Turgon: are you back at work?
Ecthelion: Yes. Just part-time. Not supposed to over do it. Yet. *thinks these restrictions are a little much*
Turgon: no moonlight chases?
Ecthelion: I've none planned.
Turgon: what a shame. You're good at those
Ecthelion: I should play to my skills, I know.
Turgon: the chasing, the tackling, the tying up
Ecthelion: We all have things we're good at.
Turgon: I do paperwork
Ecthelion: And talk to people.
Turgon: Oh right, sometimes they get in past Gel. Well, my friends always do. Sometimes they walk right past
Ecthelion: And sometimes you call on the phone.
Turgon: isn't it a fun device?
Ecthelion: Well. I suppose?
Turgon: I could call you any hour. Also, I shouldn't drink around Maglor because for some reason I get all over him
Ecthelion: Why's that, I wonder?
Turgon: I have no idea. It's distressing
Ecthelion: *slightly teasing* I thought you didn't like Feanorians.
Turgon: don't make me resort to drink again
Ecthelion: I'm just saying.
Turgon: Feanorians are horrible
Ecthelion: Except for Maglor?
Turgon: he's horrible too. *firm*
Ecthelion: Mmmhmm. Where are you taking me for supper?
Turgon: somewhere not horrible. The Vanyar restaurant on the south side
Ecthelion: All righty. Come get me when you're ready.
Turgon: any crime today?
Ecthelion: None as of yet!
Turgon: then I'll come soon
Ecthelion: Sounds good.
Turgon: *hangs up and finishes what he's doing, then heads over to pick up Lio*